Michaela’s POV.
I smirk at my father, and he smirks back and pulls me onto a tight hug. I wrap my arms around him as he rests his chin on top of my head.
“Ti amo mia piccola colomba.” (I love you my little dove.)
“Ti amo anch’io, papa.” (I love you too father.) I let his familiar warmth cocoon me as I hold him to me like he holds me to him.
“Right, let’s finish our brunch and then we can talk business.” He says when he kisses my head again before wiping my tears and he wipes his own. Seeing my father this emotional is always surprising, but not really. When it comes to me, he has always been proud. He has never been afraid to show his emotions to me. It makes him a better man than most.
“I want to know everything and how this arrangement with Slade came to be and why you changed your
